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take all your clothes off. I want to look at your body. You don’t want to?”
“I don’t mind. If you want me to,” I said. I undressed in front of the stove. I took off my yacht parka, polo shirt, blue jeans, socks, T-shirt, underpants. Shimamoto had me get down on both knees on the floor. My penis was already hard, which embarrassed me a little. She moved back slightly to take in the whole scene. She still wore her jacket.
“It seems strange to be the only naked one.” I laughed.
“It’s lovely, Hajime,” she said. She came close to me, gently cradled my penis in her hand, and kissed me on the lips. She put her hands on my chest, and for the longest time licked my nipples and stroked my pubic hair. She put her ear to my navel and took my balls in her mouth. She kissed me all over. Even the soles of my feet. It was as if she were treasuring time itself. Stroking time, caressing it, licking it.
“Aren’t you going to undress?” I asked.
“Later on,” she replied. “I want to enjoy looking at your body first, touching and licking it as much as I want to. If I got undressed now, you’d want to touch me, right? Even if I told you no, you wouldn’t be able to restrain yourself.”
“You’re right about that”
“I don’t want to do it that way. It took us long enough to get here, and I want to take it nice and slow. I want to look at you, touch you with these hands, lick you with my tongue. I want to try everything—slowly. If I don’t, I can’t go on to the next stage. Hajime, if what I do seems a little odd, don’t let it bother you, okay? I have to. Don’t say anything, just let me do it.”
“I don’t mind. Do whatever you like. But I do feel a bit weird being stared at like this.”
“But you are mine, right?”
“Yes.”
“So there’s nothing to be embarrassed about, is there.”
“Guess you’re right,” I said. “I’ve just got to get used to it.”
“Just be patient a little bit longer. This has been my dream for such a very long time.”
“Looking at my body has been your dream? Touching me all over, with all your clothes still on?”
“Yes,” she answered. “I’ve been imagining your body for ages. What your penis looked like, how hard it would get, how big.”
“Why did you think of that?”
“Why?” she asked incredulously. “I told you I love you. What’s wrong with thinking about the body of the man you love? Haven’t you thought about my body?”
“I have,” I said.
“I’ll bet you’ve thought about my body while you’re masturbating.”
“Yes. In junior high and high school,” I said, then corrected myself. “Well, actually, not too long ago.”
“It’s the same with me. I’ve thought about your body. Women do too, you know,” she said.
I pulled her close to me again and slowly kissed her. Her tongue slid languidly inside my mouth. “I love you, Shimamoto-san,” I said.
“I love you, Hajime,” she said. “There’s no one else I love but you. May I see your body a little more?”
“Go ahead,” I replied.
She gently wrapped her palm around my penis and balls. “It’s wonderful,” she said. “I’d like to eat it all up.”
“Then what would I do?”
“But I do want to eat it up,” she said. As if gently weighing them, she kept my balls in her palm for the longest time. And licked and sucked my penis very slowly, very carefully. She looked at me. “The first time, can I do it the way I want to? You’ll let me?”
“I don’t mind. Do whatever you want,” I said. “Except for eating me up, of course.”
“I’m a little embarrassed, so don’t say anything, okay?”
“I won’t,” I promised.
As I knelt on the floor, she put her left hand around my waist. She kept her dress on but with her other hand peeled off her stockings and panties. Then she took my penis and balls in her right hand and licked them. Her other hand she slid under her dress. Sucking on my penis, she began to move her other hand around slowly.
I didn’t say a thing. I figured this was her way. I watched the movements of her lips and tongue, and the languid motion of her hand beneath her skirt. Suddenly I recalled the Shimamoto I’d seen in the parking lot of the bowling lanes—stiff and white as a sheet. I recalled